Blue

Things that fly . . . at the mere kiss of the breezes . . .

the sun shines, warm and close . . . .

The birds are buzzing,

and the bees singing,

little things marching

on their parade grounds

find their place . . .

on this heaven we sometimes

call earth . . .

We force our way past gravity

reaching toward the unknown . . .. 

dreaming of the impossible,

following our

star

The dragon folds 

her treasure

into the palms of the lonely,

and dropping her demons to the floor she

lifts her wings

to shine against the

blazing sun

When I find myself lost

in the shadows

I wait, but a moment,

for the sun to follow

her road

above the horizon . . .

where she kisses

my cheeks 

and breathes

her warm life giving

spirit

under my

sun dappled

wings . .

. . . and I am

the meadow,

I am the dream of tomorrow,

and the dance of the

eagle's eye,

sparkling . . . . . .

for that moment

that lasts forever . ..

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I took all these pictures around Clackamas Town Center near Portland . . .  A small meadow next to the I-205 freeway, inspired me the most . .. and all the art, hanging on poles which intrigue me . . .tend to appear in the most amazing places . . . where they capture the sun and reflect it back to the observer . . .

An Urban Jungle

I remember when I was quite young, five or four . . . and I was at a birthday 

party where I was quite bored and lonely for I was so shy and never quite 

knew how to BE with other kids. . . 

There was a beautiful, shady back yard with

many plants everywhere and a lovely lady took me under her wings 

and guided me around the garden for a time, 

sharing with me her knowledge of 

the plants that grew like wild things there . .. 

giving me leaves to sniff and

 insects to observe closely 

and songs of the birds to hear . . . 

I never forgot those moments, 

the peacefulness and the awe I felt . . . 

and I have always wanted to emulate that space 

in time ever since . .. for I believe that that was 

heaven and that lady was an angel . . . 

giving me a gift to cherish forever . . .

 

Today in the jungle of my yard . . . 

 

I remembered the gardens of my life . . .

 

Cultivated or not, life is everywhere . . .

 

Each thing unique to its kind . . .

 

And each thing unique to itself . . .

 

As the canopy of life gives us breath . . .

 

The basics of life gives us strength . . .

 

The colors of life give us heart . . .

 

The windows of life give us vision . . .

 

The vistas of life give us surprises . . .

 

The closeness of life gives us love.

 

 All pictures taken in my tiny back yard . . . it's a jungle out there . . .